University Town Night Market.
In a corner alley.
A stunningly attractive father and daughter had set up a stall selling Stir-Fried Rice Noodles.
There were eight or nine customers lined up in front of the stall.
The stall owner was incredibly handsome, his stir-frying movements smooth and professional. Word had it that his rice noodles were insanely delicious—everyone was eagerly waiting to verify.
His daughter was adorably cute, just kindergarten age, yet already helping her dad with the work. Sensible and well-behaved—truly one of those "model children" everyone envied.
People couldn't help but want to pack her up along with the rice noodles and take both home.
With a small line of customers, Lu Qin's stall began to attract attention, drawing even more curious passersby from the mouth of the alley.
"Hmm? What's being sold here? Smells good!"
"Ah! That rice noodle is so… handsome! Ugh, I mean, it smells amazing!"
"Look at all those people in line. Must be delicious!"
"Is this a new vendor? Never seen them before. I usually only eat at Liu Ji's—they've got that spicy, savory kick I like."
"I just came over to see the line… Turns out it's rice noodles. Not a fan—too greasy and cloying after a few bites."
…
Some of the curious onlookers decided to give it a try and patiently queued up.
Others, uninterested in rice noodles, shook their heads and wandered off to buy oden or skewers from the neighboring stalls.
With the sudden surge in foot traffic, the Oden uncle who had already half-packed up his stall quickly re-opened it.
Stalls that had been listless moments ago were suddenly shouting out, trying to draw in customers.
The depths of the alley instantly came alive.
Lu Qin never stopped moving, wok and ladle constantly in motion, churning out portion after portion of rice noodles.
But he didn't feel tired—in fact, each portion sold meant another ten yuan earned, giving him endless motivation.
Lu Xiyao was right beside him helping with the packaging, equally busy and full of energy.
But within just a few minutes, the counter was filled with plates of unwrapped noodles.
The little one started to panic—she couldn't keep up.
"Daddy, why are you cooking so fast?"
The rising aroma from the wok continued to waft out, drawing even more people into the line.
"Boss, your rice noodles smell amazing. Give me three eggs, two portions of ham, and some diced meat. I'm starving—haven't had dinner yet."
"Two orders to go for me too. Add egg and ham!"
...
"Got it, please hold on. I'll have them ready right away."
Lu Qin swiftly grabbed three food containers and set them on the counter. He scooped out three servings from the wok.
He temporarily turned off the stove to focus on packing.
His movements were swift and clean, without a hint of wasted effort.
"Here you go—rice noodles with all three toppings. Thirteen yuan. Please scan the QR code on the right."
"Thanks."
"Next! You ordered egg rice noodles, right? Nine yuan."
"Three orders, all packed and ready!"
…
The sound of WeChat payments kept ringing—Lu Qin noticed that none of the customers skipped payment.
It seemed public manners were generally pretty solid.
"Yaoyao, let Daddy do the packaging. Don't wear yourself out. Are your arms sore?"
The little girl looked up, big eyes sparkling as she gazed at Lu Qin with interest.
"Daddy, I'm not tired! Look—so many customers! Does this mean we'll make lots of money?"
Lu Qin chuckled and pinched her soft cheek. "If you get tired, just stop packing, okay? Let Daddy handle it."
"Okay!" Lu Xiyao nodded cheerfully.
Lu Qin returned to stir-frying.
Most customers chose takeaway—they scanned the code and left with their orders.
Two guys working nearby, who had just finished installing an ad board, followed the delicious aroma over.
They waited five minutes for their turn. Once they got their food, they didn't even bother sitting down—just stood to the side, pulled out chopsticks, and dug in.
There were still seven or eight people in line, most playing on their phones.
But when the two guys took their first bites, everyone looked up.
The moment the noodles hit their tongues, the two men visibly jolted, eyes lighting up.
One of them had an incredulous look and exclaimed, "Whoa! This taste… totally different from anything I've ever had. It's insanely good!"
The other was shoveling it down in huge bites, not even choking, mouth full of oil. He looked at Lu Qin and said,
"Damn, boss, your rice noodles are next level! This… this is still rice noodles?!"
Lu Qin flipped the wok and smiled, "Glad you like it. Come back anytime."
"Absolutely. If it tastes this good, I could eat it every day."
With that, the two men stopped talking and focused solely on eating—clearly, they were starving.
The others in line began to suspect these two were paid actors. I mean, were their reactions a little too over-the-top?
It's just Stir-Fried Rice Noodles…
Could it really be that good?
They didn't believe it.
Some who originally planned to take their food to-go changed their minds and decided to eat on the spot to see for themselves.
And once they tasted it, three or four more customers were instantly blown away.
"Holy crap, what is this rice noodle? The flavor's insane!"
"I've never had rice noodles this delicious in my life!"
"So springy, savory, and fresh! The combo with egg and ham is perfect. A big bite of this, and I'm drowning in happiness—five stars!"
"Girl, are you trying to do stand-up or study for grad school? Kiddo, I've only got two words for your dad's noodles: Top. Tier!"
Lu Xiyao tilted her head in confusion. "Uncle, that's three words."
The surrounding customers burst into laughter.
The uncle scratched his head and laughed too. "Haha, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue!"
After confirming how amazing Lu Qin's noodles were, some customers who had bought just one portion came back for seconds.
Others who ordered plain versions upgraded to full toppings right away.
In just half an hour, Lu Qin sold nearly 40 servings.
His speed was incredibly fast—almost double that of other noodle stalls.
This was largely thanks to his unparalleled max-level stir-fry skills—his technique was smooth and efficient.
There was no wasted motion when he cooked—he flipped the wok like a god.
And his choice of ingredients played a big role.
His rice noodles didn't stick, tangle, or burn.
Crafting such noodles relied heavily on meticulous, skilled craftsmanship.
From choosing the rice, soaking, grinding, pressing, boiling, stirring, rolling, forming, scalding, soaking again, cooling, shaping, to drying—
Every step demanded patience and precision.
Only then could every grain of rice be elevated into truly exceptional handmade noodles.
But great ingredients also needed a great chef to become extraordinary cuisine.
Ordinary Stir-Fried Rice Noodles—sold on countless street corners—
Turned into an unforgettable delicacy in Lu Qin's hands.
Unique. Unreplicable.
"Little cutie, no need to pack mine. I'll just eat it here."
"Hey handsome, scoot over a bit, I'm eating here too—I can't hold back anymore!"
"Same here—forget takeout. Just give me a pair of disposable chopsticks. My mouth's watering already!"
…
Lu Qin handed over the last two orders.
When he looked up, he couldn't help but chuckle.
Seven or eight customers were now clustered around the stall, all wolfing down their food in perfect sync.
Some were even making sound effects as they ate.
Most were men—girls, mindful of appearances, generally chose to take their food to-go.
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